CH 369

The sacrifice was complete, and the Dead Soul Dream Demon vanished entirely into the air.

The dreamscape gradually returned to normal, with white mist swirling and the night sky shrouding the scene, only two stars shining brightly.

The disturbance caused by the sacrifice was no longer visible, but Rode keenly sensed something different. A strange sense of oppression appeared in his soul, as if some terrifying presence was closing in on him.

It felt as though he had fallen into a dark wasteland, with countless eyes lurking in the shadows, watching him, sending chills down his spine and making him feel like he was being pricked by needles.

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Rode knew clearly that the war with the black mist had begun.

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